Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly fallen snow
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush…
of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am in the starshine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave
and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
I Miss You Baby Girl,
| Moolah |
| 16, May 2003 |
| Pat Sommers |